Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 134

Camilla’s brows tightened with frustration, and her face looked almost gray. She wasn’t just annoyed by how stubborn Lance was, but also by the raw honesty in his eyes that she couldn’t face.

For a second, she felt something inside her break, but darkness closed in before she could even really feel it. She yanked her hand away from him. “Are you even listening to me? I told you, I don’t want my husband getting the wrong idea. I was clear enough. Can you just go?”

Maybe it was all the pent-up feelings that hadn’t settled since yesterday, or maybe it was just being sick on top of everything, but her voice started to tremble, thick with the threat of tears.

A look of regret and worry flickered across Lance’s face. He let out a sigh and finally stepped back. “Alright, I’ll go. Whatever you want. I’m leaving, okay? But please, get yourself checked out.”

The door slammed behind him. As the sound echoed in the hallway, Camilla pressed her hand against the wall, slowly sinking until she was curled up on the floor, her face buried in her knees. Tears kept coming, and there was no stopping them.

She knew she was being unreasonable. She knew her outburst was unfair to Lance. He owed her nothing—he wasn’t responsible for her breakdowns.

But what choice did she have?

She couldn’t drag another decent person into the mess she called her life.

Jasper must’ve been woken by all the noise. His leg still hadn’t healed, so he shuffled slowly, pulling himself along the wall to keep balance.

He came out of his room and saw his mom like that, hugging herself, hiding her face. Instantly, worry filled his eyes. He tried to hurry over, forgetting about his injury, and ended up toppling onto the floor.

Susan hurried to help. “Jasper, don’t move! Wait a second, let me get your wheelchair.”

Susan was flustered and panicked, completely overwhelmed by who needed her more. She didn’t know what to say to Camilla, so she just ducked back into the bedroom, rolled out Jasper’s wheelchair, and helped him over to his mother.

Jasper hadn’t cried after falling. Instead, he reached out with his tiny hand and softly patted Camilla’s back. “Mommy, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Can you tell Jasper?”

He looked uneasy, his little fist clenched tightly, a nervousness in his eyes that didn’t belong on someone so young.

His mother was always elegant and composed—never like this. Seeing her completely unravel scared him.

Camilla heard his voice, and something squeezed tight in her chest. She wiped away her tears and reached for his hand. “Don’t worry, Jasper. Mommy’s fine, okay? I’m strong enough to keep you safe. I’m not going anywhere.”

All that could be heard in the quiet hospital room were Camilla’s shaky breaths and Dahlia whispering comfort.

Outside, a silhouette stood by the door for a long moment, watching the bed where Camilla slept. He didn’t budge until her features finally softened just a little, then turned and walked out of the hospital.

As soon as he stepped outside, he pulled out his phone. “Find out what happened to Camilla yesterday. All of it.”

Everything strange about her had started yesterday. She’d refused his medical team, broken down soon after, and her live stream had ended out of nowhere. Something big had shaken her world.

Lance could sense how bad things were. She didn’t even want to see him, and as much as it hurt to let her go, he respected her wishes. That didn’t mean he would just leave it alone.

Abelard’s call came back fast. “Barnard was at BLC yesterday, right at the start of Camilla’s live stream. No one knows what they talked about, but after he left, Camilla locked herself in the office until late. Should I keep checking?”

“That’s enough,” Lance said. “Wait for me at the office. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

He didn’t need every detail—this was Camilla’s private pain after all. But knowing Barnard was involved told him plenty. For now, that would do.